fighting demons [open] Dec 17, 2012 22:36:51 GMT -5
Post by Fawntastic on Dec 17, 2012 22:36:51 GMT -5
Satisfied with the results as well as the words I give up that Noblepaw had actually spoken, Lionstar dropped back down to all fours, ignoring the stinging burn to the back of his neck and around his shoulder blades, Noblepaw having really latched on back there. The warrior couldn't hold back a chuckle, his amber eyes losing the battle-blaze in favor of humor at Noblepaw's...er...new hair-do.
"Well, stickypelt, a battle well fought. Excellent, I'm glad to see you aren't as rusty as I'd expected." Spoke the TreeClan leader, the humor in his voice stopping after 'stickypelt', wanting the gray and white scarred apprentice to realize that he was being earnest with him. Licking the fur down on his chest in a few quick rasps, Lionstar could still feel the adrenaline rushing and his pulse still beating a frantic staccato in his ears, just as it always did when he started to fight. Lionstar would take on any battle any day, but the golden tom was more partial to battles that ended like this one, with minimal bloodshed and the constructive, kind words of a mentor to an apprentice.
The warrior's chin lifted, and he looked at Noblepaw with more of a scrutinizing look than before. He was what, twelve moons now? More than old enough to become a warrior. He still has a few...moral lessons and personality quirks that need...correcting, but there's no reason to delay it. He'll make a fine TreeClan warrior, none can deny that.
With the little cuts from Noblepaw's claws being in places he couldn't reach, the golden warrior was left to quietly endure the sting, which was about as easy as breathing when his mind was as busy as it was. He quietly nodded in approval, reviewing the fight in his mind and once again further convincing himself that Noblepaw was as ready as he was ever going to be.
We'll hold the ceremony tomorrow then.